Warrior Cat Morph Ideas Novels & Stories

I assisted her by striking Maggie with my battle-axe and at once she fell to the floor, all her powers fading into the air. Luna gazed at me with a victorious smirk on her face, she morphed from the crinos(war) form into lupus(true wolf), and she took off in the speed of lightening. I wanted to follow behind her, but I couldn't bring myself to. We might have won the war, but I am pretty sure I've haven't won my mate's heart back. The battle subsided, the warriors burned like ashes without their leader, every bit of them faded like smoke.

Julian had been Catherine's from the moment they'd arrived. Catherine exhaled dramatically, all fake concern as her wolf probably purred with satisfaction, tugging Dad's arm. "But Madeline, she needs—" Jasper cracked. "I'm no cripple!" The sound of bones shifting filled the air like the crack of gunshots. His shirt exploded as his torso expanded, revealing scars that looked like silver burns across skin that rippled with barely contained power. Thick, midnight-black fur sprouted along his spine and forearms as his fingernails elongated into four-inch obsidian claws. He didn't fully shift—this was a combat form, designed for maximum lethality in close quarters.

The need so raw that I’ve tried changing his cock with my own and whilst thinking about it I do that again now because there’s no harm in trying. Shifting my lower half so my hind legs materialise instead of his human ones, my cock growing in length and width filling this girl to above her fucking limit. The ability to half morph has me reeling every time I do it but I never tire of looking down to my cock, in my form and shape fill these girls. I pump back and forth fucking more like a Wolf than a human now, my glandis sitting outside of my sheath waiting to reach the pinnacle of pleasure to push inside her tight channel and swell to bind us as one.

My form stood at the same height as my human self—180 centimetres—towering above the warrior's wolf. Like my mother's wolf, Calliope, Clio's fur was pure white, catching the light in a way that seemed to make her glow. Her eyes, the same brilliant amethyst colour, shone with power and confidence. I knew my appearance was as formidable as it was beautiful, and as I stepped forward, I let my aura pour out, filling the room with my dominance.

There were over 50 packs in the kingdom of Astoria, including different shapeshifters, including werecats, panthers, foxes, bears, coyotes, wolves and lycans, and half of them were still not progressed enough to allow education for all, especially for their omegas who were forced to choose only the mediocre professions. But some of them, like Amelia's dad, Alpha Rolland, were progressive thinkers and they could sway the council votes to a majority with well placed incentives, and Adrian was already thinking of ways to convince them, as they walked out of the door. The sky had turned dark and the tall mountains looked eerily majestic. The air was strangely still and quiet and Adrian felt a ch

"I was with Yara we have a test tomorrow. I was preparing for that." "You know how horrific incidents are happening out there and you alone drive the car late at nights." He was all set to scold her. "I would be careful I promise." She walked into her room but she could not sleep even after trying. The image of the cat kept coming in her head and soon a tear escaped her eyes followed by many. She sat up in the bed and let her eyes cry. She made up her mind that she'd get those bastards behind the bars and pay for their cruelty.

Alaunus shifted into a sleek black cat—the domesticated form—and slipped from his grip. Gildeon lunged, but Alaunus shifted into a leopard, kicking off the concrete wall in a powerful leap, evading his grasp. Leopard Lokius attacked from behind. Gildeon spun, ready to swat him away with his dragon arm, when Lokius morphed mid-air into a tiger, crashing into him. How many cat forms could Lokius fucking turn into? The impact was brutal. Gildeon hit the ground hard, breaths hot, his back slamming against the concrete with a deep thud that rattled his bones. He was still gathering himself when Tiger Alaunus joined in.

It was more responsibility than he wanted. Then the attacks started happening. The smaller packs didn't exist anymore. The remainders sought refuge in the large packs. When they attacked Linc’s pack and killed him, that's when Agnar decided enough was enough. He was down with the way the wolf world was. Linc was his best friend and if they had been in the same pack he would have asked Linc to be his beta. The fall of the Winter Moon pack angered Agnar and that's when he began making moves to take the throne.

I didn’t want to have to deal with a wild animal if things got rough. Kat was a werecat. I didn’t think she was like Troi, a Kunisada, but rather a panther after she shifted. I wasn’t sure, though, and I didn’t think it would be polite to ask. Besides, how do you start that conversation? Varg, Lykos and Volk were all werewolves. They were brothers, all of them close in age. They also didn’t speak much and just followed directions. I liked that.

A glance shows me all of my family are fighting, even Father and Annika that are injured. “So let’s get the bastards!” I yell and shift. It is like a little thread connects me and my warrior creatures. A little tug on that thread and my human form is unravelling, my feline half taking over. It’s a partial shift again, so I remain on my feet while my body takes its feline form. There are stripes down my body and my limbs and my nails end in long sharp claws.